In the house I grew up in, there were always a few prints hanging on the wall. The sort of typical domestic paintings you'd find in a family home. Ornate flowers and gentle landscapes, the beach, a meadow, a street scene.

I hated them. Watercolour monstrosities each one. Calm and passive, empty decor posing as art. 

Jump forward nearly a decade. I'm working on AV Design for HE DREAMED A TRAIN - a show set in someone's lounge room. For an integral part of the design, I have to find a print to hang on the wall...